Superman Tries To Reason With Lois

"Lois..." he said. "Let's take this slow. What happened? You didn't have a Star Sapphire ring earlier today..."

The reporter's toe caught the Kryptonian's pants. With a tug, she pulled it down, to reveal the root of his prick.

"Hmm...promising," she murmured. The ring flared, and her costume dissolved, so that it only covered her arms and legs, leaving her breasts and pussy bare. Almost immediately, Clark Kent's prick began to rise. He frowned and, still holding her at arm's length, walked backwards toward a supply closet.

"Lois, stop it," he said sternly. "I'm serious. We can't do this in public. Tell me what happened to you. This isn't like you..."

"Maybe it is!" Lois said. Both of her feet rose to pull his erect prick from his pants. She stared down at the cock that rose...and it looked like it had been made for her pussy. Thicker than normal, not too long, with a flared head that she bet would feel so nice as it scraped against her G-spot. Her toes curled around the shaft and she began to stroke it with her feet. "I've wanted you for so long, and I can't stand it anymore! Please, you have to make love to me...let me suck it...let me feel you inside me."

Distracted as he was, Clark brought them into the closet. It was dark, and cramped, but at least no-one would walk by and see them.

"Lois..." he shook his head. It was time to try a different approach. "We shouldn't do this here. I want to make love to you properly...on a bed. Why don't you make yourself presentable, and we'll walk back to my apartment...have a glass of wine...a little foreplay...and you can tell me about your night."

The reporter's toes squeezed his cockhead. Precum oozed out of his prick. A bed and a glass of wine did sound tempting...